You had decided to go on a late night walk with Vi. Tensions had been high lately between Piltover and Zaun, and you both needed something to wind down.

The onslaught of the colder months was evident, cold air biting at your skin. Your teeth chatter, palms trying to produce some comfort of warmth as your hands rubbed against your arms.

Vi's eyes quickly flicked over to your form, head tilting to the side as she smirked. "Cold?" She spoke, observing your body shivering.

She sighed softly, quickly shrugging off her jacket, hands grabbing the edges before throwing it over your shoulder. She was used to harsher environments of all sorts with growing up in Zaun. Poor Piltie didn't stand a chance.

"Take it, I don't need it." She shrugged, appreciating the view of you in her jacket, not that she'd mention it as of right now.